Chapter Thirty-TwoThe tunnel was abandoned for ten minutes with no indication of what it might have been. Not until she came to words, painted in yellow on the wall. 'All are welcome here' it read and Grace knew what this was immediately. It was an old shelter when the disaster first occurred. Grace knew places like this existed and for a while worked out for people. Until the Inkit showed up, at least.
She kept walking down the hall and froze. There, laying on the ground was a shattered skeleton across the floor. Something had pulled it apart. She looked around but didn't see sign of what might have done it. It was weird how the bones were scattered however. They didn't look as if it was natural, actually they looked like they were made to be some kind of primitive art project the more s
